E.D. French

You Don't Care, You Can't Care

It's dark, dank and drearyThe Wind is cold and uncomfortingBut I am just another RaindropThat lands on your Leaves, You stand rooted to the groundNot even the Wind moves youAnd the Rain touches you.

As I land on your Leaf, Trying to retain, to remain thereJust for a second, to be a part of you; The Wind blows me away 'whoosh'And I am gone.But you don't look back, The Roots tell you 'no' as theWind continues to blow...

Lying on the ground, lookingBack up at what could have beenYou stand there, alone, the